Goodbye, Dear Sanity [joining]

[scrolly:h(490), w(325),sy]

Scorch glared forth in a disapproving frown that was uncharacteristic of his roguishly handsome face; who was this wolf and what exactly did he think he was playing at? He smelt of another pack and yet he expected Scorch to welcome him with open arms into the most powerful sanctuary for the black hearted without a qualm? Incredulous as it was he seemed genuine, though the Don was not about to be played that easily. Snorting in a general unimpressed manner he said, "I care not for what colors you may have, I do care about the specifics. If you can relate to me the details of three of your captures then perhaps I may consider your plight." He allowed the flames to die down, with notable regret for when he invoked his element he often felt the strong desire to sink his fangs into whatever available flesh might be present.

Slinking stealthily around the wolf he moved about, sizing the wolf up in a similar manner that a predator might observe his prey. Mouth partially agape in dislike for the pack scent that lingered in the wolf fur it was all he could do to remain objective. Coming about full front he resisted glaring at Hafalong and finally spoke, a harsh bite to his words. "My name is Scorch, I am Don in this pack, what I say goes. You come into my lands smelling of another pack and expect entrance, what is to say you are not a mere spy? Think carefully, I will find out and I will kill you should you turn out to be one; I have this pack to protect." An idea struck the lupus, a good way to extract intel and prove this wolf's worth and honesty would be to seek information about the previous pack in which he lived....

Smiling he narrowed his eyes in glee, "If you manage the specifics I can guarantee you shall be accepted...if you can divulge pertinent intel and the total of your knowledge on the previous pack you lived in, don't hold back if you would please be so obliged." His test laid out he fell silent, awaiting to pass judgment based upon Hafalong's response. Either way it would be a divertissement to be witness to this interesting pack swap. He directed some of his attention back to his charming carcass of a specter, ever so curious by its odd mumblings. What he received was a chortle of a mocking nature, never a good sign though it lacked its usual cruel undertones.

That is when he finally understood what was so peculiar about this Hafalong, for accosting the wolf's side was the outline of another ghostly figure and from that figure words seemed to be spoken, though the sound was muddled to Scorch's ears. He gave the wolf a curious glance; could it be that he was not alone in his unusual abilities? Could Hafalong even see the spirit at his side? Scorch had never seen any other specter than his own, and as a relatively new power he could not be sure if what he was seeing was even there. He watched in trepidation as his own nameless specter stalked closer to stand entirely too near to Hafalong for Scorch’s comfort. Scorch himself had already been “possessed” by the dastardly fiend and now worried whether he might also be able to use others.

The spectre glanced his way, a look of sharp annoyance on his face, “You stupid git, of course he can do what you do! Why must you persist in being such a damned fool? Without me you’d be one lost pup Scorchie, now really, who do you think dragged your useless ass through all that training?” He shook his head at the Don in disappointment only to have his gruesome smile light up his hollow eyes with an eerie light as he took one paw and swiped it across Hafalong’s side. To an ordinary wolf this would have no effect, but if Hafalong was indeed like Scorch his balance would be overthrown. The spectre seemed to be finding this incredibly hilarious as his blackened gums were pulled up in a great smile of rotting teeth, the smell putrid to Scorch’s nostrils.


Scorch's Song